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I pressed a hard kiss against her lips.

“I promise to make it up to you later,” I said with a suggestive smile. “Whatever you want when I get home.”

Claire grinned. “Whatever I want? I’ll have to get creative.”

Chapter 27

John

Having a boner on horseback in the freezing cold wasn’t my idea of a good time.

And a few hours in the saddle hadn’t cooled my passion. If anything, thinking about Claire at home without me made it worse, since I started daydreaming about what I’d do to her when I got back.

I got home after midnight, and the house was dark and quiet. I went upstairs to our room, hoping to find Claire ready for action.

She’d left the door open a crack, and there was a candle burning on her bedside table…but she was fast asleep. Lying on her stomach, red hair fanned across her back, tucked under the bearskin blanket. She’d obviously tried to wait up for me and failed. I couldn’t help smiling a little.

I kissed the top of her head and snuffed out the candle, then headed for the shower. I washed up quickly before climbing into bed. I’d told myself I wouldn’t wake my sleeping fiancée, but as soon as I felt her warm body near mine and realized she was naked under the covers, all bets were off.

I was firmly in thinking-with-my-dick territory, and there was no turning back.

I positioned myself over her on my hands and knees, then started kissing her neck. She stirred, and I gently blew into her ear and nibbled her earlobe.

“John,” she mumbled. “What time is it?”

“Late,” I answered, kissing along her jaw. “But you and I have unfinished business.”

Her eyelids fluttered, and she let out a sleepy groan as I slipped a hand underneath her and cupped her breast. I teased her nipple, grinding my palm against it. Her back arched, and she rose automatically to my touch, making my cock harden. I slid my other hand under her and teased her other nipple, too, until she was writhing under me.

“Thought about you all night,” I said as I peeled the blanket off her, exposing her beautiful body.

Claire sighed. “I thought of you, too. Wanted you.”

I pressed myself against her back as I slid my hands back under her tits. She squirmed and moaned, and eventually, I couldn’t help myself. I slipped one hand lower and found her cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed in her ear, my cock pulsing against her bare ass. “You’re wetter than I thought you’d be.”

“I…took care of myself,” Claire said, breathing heavy. “Before I fell asleep.”

Fuck, that’s hot.

I pictured her, hand between her thighs, stroking herself to thoughts of me, of us. Getting hotter, getting closer, until she tipped over the edge with my name on her lips. It was enough to make me ache with the need to fuck her wet little cunt until she begged me to let her come again.

“Is that right?” I murmured, and she gasped as I bit her neck. “Couldn’t help yourself, sweetheart? Needed to come so bad that you couldn’t wait for me?”

“Uh-huh,” she whimpered as I licked away the sting from my bite. “But I need to come again now. Please.”

She knew that begging was my weakness. I loved hearing her plead with me for more, and it was hard to resist. But I was distracted.

“Tell me what you thought of while you were stroking that pretty clit, hmm?” I said. “What made you come. Then maybe I’ll consider making you come again.”

Claire took a shuddering breath. “Thought of you coming home and taking me roughly. Fantasized about you using me for your pleasure. Knowing I could make you so wild for me that you’d just take me.”

She had no idea.

“Baby,” I huffed in her ear, “you want me to make your fantasy come true?”

She shivered, then said, “Yes, please. I need you to touch me.”

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